On the phone, the driver sounded very frustrated.
Some friends and I were having a party and we were hanging out at a house in Beverly Hills. Everyone at the house was drunk or high, and we couldn’t leave the property safely. It was my idea to order marijuana from a dispensary in Beverly Hills. I called the marijuana dispensary to place the order. The girl on the phone acted like I was talking in a foreign language. I was trying to explain everything very carefully. I thought everything was coming out right, but she didn’t seem to get the order correct until I explained everything several times. I ordered four grams of cannabis concentrate. I picked the most expensive live rosin strains in the Beverly Hills cannabis dispensary. I also picked out two oz of top-shelf dried marijuana flower. The Beverly Hills dispensary driver contacted me about 30 minutes later. He was on his way with the order and his expected time of arrival was 15 minutes. Unfortunately for my friend and I, the driver did not arrive in 15 minutes. The guy had the wrong address. We didn’t realize the address was incorrect until after the guy was on the other side of the hill. On the phone, the driver sounded very frustrated. It’s not as if it was my fault. I must have said the address four or five times to the person taking the order on the phone. It took a long time for the driver to turn around and come back to the house. Most of my friends and I were already too drunk to care by the time the cannabis order arrived.